Immortal King

"Dongfeng!"

Wang Ke played a card and carefully looked at the clues from the faces of the North Gambling God and the South Gambler, but there was no clue, nothing at all! Both of them are really playing cards, regardless of whether they win or lose!

You have lost so much money to me these days just to let me play a card with this kid? are you crazy!

"Get rich!"

Shengzi also played a card, Shengzi played very seriously, his joy and anger showed on his face, it was obviously a good hand.

"It's you!" Nan Gambling Saint said to Wang Ke.

Suddenly, the puzzled Wang Ke shook his heart and guessed it.

"I understand, I understand. Although I haven't seen through this game, I understand what they want me to do now. Bet? They don't care who wins the money with Shengzi, but whether I can gamble with Shengzi. One game. I bet with Shengzi, and it is in the game! What a special thing, a group of demons and old yin goods, I have been recruited?" Wang Ke's expression changed.

However, in the scene just now, I couldn't refuse it at all. Even if I did it again, I was a small innate, able to twist a group of powerful demons?

What **** brother, this is paralyzing me! Hold me? Is it for me to follow your script?

Therefore, it would be useless to start all over again. Before Nie Miejue awakened, he had no choice but to at the mercy of these demons.

Hidden? Regardless of winning or losing, have you fallen into the pit? No matter, even if I fall into the pit, I will fall with the money.

"Brother Wang, hurry up and draw the cards!" The Northern God of Gamblers also shouted.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I have already drawn, hurry up!" Shengzi also excitedly said.

Wang Ke's face sank, he went to touch a card, and put it on the table: "Missed!"

Got it?

Shengzi's face froze there, why did he get muddled? I have all drawn, just one short, one short!

"Missed? Brother Wang won, Shengzi, you lost, it's time to give the money!" The Northern God of Gamblers immediately excited.

"Fart, how can he win? I am all, I am only one card missing, what is his card? A mess of ass? How can he win?" Shengzi suddenly jumped into the chair and roared.

Wang Ke: "..................!"

"Shengzi, what you and Wang Ke bet on is a win or lose, no matter what your cards are, whoever smashes first will win, it's time to give money!" The North Gambler immediately persuaded.

"Fart, I don't admit it, he can't play cards! He can't!" Shengzi pointed to Wang Ke in anger.

Wang Ke stared at this holy son. Wang Ke suddenly understood something, why he was looking for this holy son to gamble with himself, because this kid had a problem with his gambling. Can only win money by yourself, not lose money by yourself?

"Or, forget this card, I'll take a break too!" Wang Ke said immediately.

never mind?

The Northern God of Gamblers and the Southern God of Gamblers spent so much money and embezzled so much public funds from the blood bank. You told me to forget? How could this be?

"Brother Wang, if you win, you win!"

"Yes, Shengzi loses, you have to pay!"

"Brother Wang, don't worry, let's persuade Saint Son!"

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A crowd of demons comforted Wang Ke.

"Shengzi, I would like to accept the bet. If you lose to Wang Ke, you should give money!" The Northern Gambling God persuaded.

"I didn't lose, I never lost, what kind of mahjong you are, I won't lose!" Shengzi roared.

While roaring, the mahjong table was suddenly lifted.

"Wow!"

A table of Mahjong was overturned.

Wang Ke's face froze: "Holy Son, I say forget it! This card doesn't count!"

"Holy son, Wang Ke said you can't afford to lose! I think you will not give money!" Nan Gambling Saint fanned the flames.

"Asshole, I can't afford to lose? Obviously you have a problem with mahjong! Asshole, this son has money and some money!" The son roared and took out a storage bracelet and threw it at Wang Ke.

"Snapped!"

Wang Ke caught the storage bracelet and looked at the holy child in amazement. Does it need to be such an exaggeration? Isn't it just a loss? Why did this violent temper suddenly explode?

"Holy Son...!" Wang Ke wanted to say a few more words.

However, it was too late, and the Northern God of Gamblers and the Southern God of Gamblers dragged the Shengzi and left.

"Don't show me you again, what mahjong tiles, lie, bastard, I have never lost! Don't pull me, don't pull me!" Shengzi shouted angrily.

The Son disappeared in front of everyone.

Wang Ke grasped the storage bracelet, frowning deeply. The Northern God of Gamblers and the Southern God of Gamblers, they calculated me just to make Shengzi lose money to me? What is the meaning of this?

"Brother Wang, don't go to your heart. The North Gambling God just stopped them. It is not convenient for us to tell you, but next time you meet the holy son, you should go around a little bit. He can't lose!" Comforted by the side.

"Oh? Saint son can't lose?" Wang Ke asked curiously.

"Yes, alas! The Saint Son doesn't know the origin. It was entrusted by the Demon Sovereign one hundred years ago. However, the Saint Son has always looked like a seven or eight-year-old child for a hundred years, and his cultivation is only innate, as if he was cursed and unable to inch. More importantly, his mind has always been seven or eight years old! Unable to practice, unable to grow up, not long in mind, and often sleepless, in the eyes of others, it is a strange..., uh, it is very Strange! The only thing Shengzi likes is to find all kinds of games. In the past few years on Shenlong Island, the altar master asked him to play some gambling with him. Shengzi may be spoiled and not very good-tempered. Every time he wins a bet, he always He is very happy. But as long as he loses, he will not be reluctant, lose his temper, find the other party to play again, and he will laugh and return with satisfaction until the other party has lost all of them! So, generally speaking, We don't want to gamble with Saint Son. We don't want to gamble with him on anything, and we don't know...!" The evil demon smiled bitterly.

Wang Ke looked strange. Is this holy child a bear kid who will not grow up? You can't lose the slightest bit, and lose your temper when you lose?

"Thanks for letting me know!" Wang Ke said.

"It's nothing, Brother Wang, be careful, Saint Son shouldn't stop!" The demon shook his head and continued to play cards.

But Wang Ke walked to the side alone and began to ponder.

The Northern God of Gamblers...? Do not! His identity as a ‘brother king’ was the first one called by the master of the altar, Tong An’an. It should be said that Tong An’an was the man behind the scenes. He had spent such a great price to make himself and the Saint Son be grudges?

Then what?

Wang Ke fell into a great crisis.

But in the eyes of other demons, there was envy, jealousy, and hatred, especially Zhu Nai, looking at the true essence blood piled up next to Wang Ke, and the equivalent storage bracelets thrown by the holy son. This, this is all It's stimulating Zhu Wei's nerves.

"Why? Don't you want to calculate Wang Ke? Can this be called a calculation? The Saint Child hasn't lost his temper, so you just ran away holding the Saint Child? Are you here to give Wang Ke warmth?" Zhu It seemed to be shouting in disgust.

Why? Why? I have been greedy for a few days with that true essence blood, and I can't get it at all, but his Wang Ke is surrounded by mountains?

I had no money and couldn't play at the poker table, and finally boiled a pot of tea eggs on credit and sold it for two small bucks. The poker table was ready to kill the Quartet, but the first card was lost. Do you want to continue to cook tea eggs?

"Special, you are all crazy!" Zhu Yan cursed in the direction where the North Gambler was leaving.

Wang Ke hasn't figured out the purpose of Tong An'an's calculations, and Zhu Fei can't even figure it out. Isn't this cheating? Why, I am imprisoned with Wang Ke, Wang Ke is full of money, I can only boil tea and eggs while watching you play cards? Why?

Shenlong Island, in a hall.

Tong Anan sat on the chair with a wine glass in his hand.

"Altar Lord, although the process was a bit unsatisfactory, but the result went according to your expectations!" The North Gambler respectfully said.

Tong Anan drank the true essence blood in his sip and nodded in satisfaction.

"Under everyone's eyes, Wang Ke has already settled a grudge with Shengzi!" The Northern God of Gamblers respectfully said.

"Yes, the identity of the saint son, in the demon sect is favored by the demon, who dares to provoke? Ordinary demon cult disciples, even if they look down on the saint son, but they all detour to him, no matter how strong the temper, they will follow Saint Son, including me! I have to follow Saint Son! Wang Ke, who has just entered the Demon Sect, doesn't know the situation!" Tong An'an sneered.

"Wang Ke didn't want to be grudges with the son at the time, we took the son away in time!" the northern **** of gambling said respectfully.

"Wang is a wise man, but unfortunately, he came to Shenlong Island. That Zhu Wei is the grandnephew of Hall Master Zhu. It is not convenient to calculate, so he can only start from this King. I'll see you, your identity couldn't be better!" Tong Anan said with satisfaction.

"It's so risky this time! It just made Wang Ke's pockets bulge again!"

"Good risk? Huh, didn't you say that Wang Ke has already swelled? Seeing the holy son come to gamble, he will definitely enter the game? If it weren't for Zhu's horrible fight, this time it almost fell short!" Tong An'an stared. .

"I..., my subordinates are negligent! However, Wang Ke is still in the game after all!" The Northern God of Gamblers begged for mercy.

"What if Wang Ke doesn't enter the game?" Tong An'an said coldly.

"If Wang Ke refuses to enter the game, I, I will quietly kill him, and then get back all the money and true blood he won! Never let the altar master's money be lost!" The Northern Gambler respectfully said.

"Huh! I won't get back the money I lost? I mean, Wang Ke refused to enter the game, so what we did did not become a joke?" Tong An'an said coldly.

"Yes, little **** it!"

"Entered the game? Gambling with Shengzi is a grudge? If Wang Ke loses, he must be grudges, turn around and quietly kill Shengzi to steal his own money?" Tong An'an showed satisfaction.

"Yes, the lord of the altar is right. If Wang Ke loses money, he will kill the son! But if Wang Ke wins, the son is resentful and seeks Wang Ke privately to reason, but he is killed by Wang Ke with a smile?" The North Gambler said with a smile .

"Yes, whether Wang Ke loses or wins, he will kill the Son, the Son is really terrible!" Tong An'an was proud of his cup.

"The lord of the altar is considered to be nothing. If the son dies tomorrow, everyone will blame Wang Ke! Everyone will think that the king is a murderer! At that time, the lord of the altar will be asked to take down Wang Ke and kill Wang Ke. Saint Son takes revenge!" The Northern God of Gamblers respectfully said.

"Okay, hahaha, hahaha, tomorrow, see me avenge the holy son! Then tonight, do you know how to do it?" Tong Anan smiled and looked at the Northern God of Gamblers.

"Yes, everything is in the plan. Tomorrow the saint son will die in the prison, please the altar master in time to uphold justice!" The Northern God of Gamblers respectfully said.

"Hahahahaha!" Tong Anan laughed with satisfaction.